The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

As if he was grabbing onto a chick, Sandra held Samuel and turned around.

Then, he saw a tall and burly disciple standing behind him.

The disciple had chiseled jaws and almond-shaped eyes.

With his extremely cold expression, one could tell that he was a nasty person at a glance.

“You are?” Sandra looked at the person in front of him.

When Samuel saw the person, his eyes lit up.

Then, with a flushed face, he said with great difficulty, ”John… John… Save me…”

John did not even spare a glance at Samuel.

“Someone wants me to break one of your arms and legs, and hand over those spirit stones that don’t belong to you.

Are you going to do it yourself, or do you need my help?”

”Oh?” Sandra glanced at Samuel.

Samuel was so terrified that he felt his soul almost leaving his body.

When he felt the murderous intent that Sandra emitted, Samuel felt his internal organs tremble.

“No… It’s not me… It’s…” Samuel was about to mention Peter, but at the thought of the consequences being worse, Samuel bit his tongue.

However, the fear in his eyes was obvious.

Although Sandra was not as proficient in the pathway to immortality as these disciples who were in the sect for a long time, the wisdom of the ways of the world was common sense.

Hence, when Sandra saw Samuel’s expression, he gave it a quick thought and instantly understood.

The disciple Samuel addressed as John was probably sent by his support.

After all, Sandra was also suspicious as to why Samuel, who was only a mid-level first-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivator, would have so many spirit stones?

Did he really think all the peak first-stage disciples were blind and foolish?

Sandra realized that Samuel was only the lapdog of the disciples in the higher realm than him.

for John, his position was naturally slightly higher than Samuel’s,

Samuel to

was stronger than 50 days ago, his seemingly casual action caused a loud bang, and Samuel smashed to the floor

head bled again, and his body hurt so bad that he

not take another glance at Samuel, but he directly looked at John and sneered, “Breaking my

words, but Sandra repeated it

was afraid, and he

“Don’t worry about it.

and fights that hurt other disciples of the same sect will at

you kill someone will you

deducted, and after I’m done, Peter will surely

quietly

it seems that you’re not planning to

me for being rude!” John roared, “Witness the strength of a mid-level first-stage Pulse

of

even arrived, the next palm followed immediately

after one another,

air appeared to have condensed into a block of steel plate, wanting to

and John were of the same realm, their difference in their strength was like heaven and

another ordinary disciple facing John, they would have admitted defeat Unfortunately for John, he met

army?” Sandra snorted loudly, and his eyes were cold as he

founder’s blessings, Sandra’s Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows was refitted

his footwork had a sense of indescribable elegance and

Blurred Shadows seemed to be

John’s expressions instantly changed.

agile movement like Sandra’s, nor had he

attacked, there was no

shouted and continuously let out dozens of palms which

of more than dozens of palms condensed into one

Bang!

a muffled explosion, and visible airwaves

as he did not manage

he slapped the

Sandra that John struck, his figure

It was a phantom!

and at this time,

we’re out of the sect, you’ll already be

every hair on him was

as he wanted to turn around, John was already swept